when the doors of vision are closed......

When the doors of vision are closed,
you always stepped in.
comment, compliment, complaint and sometimes argument,
are the things which are most happening.
What I should, what I shouldn’t?
What I could, what I couldn’t,
is the talk, you begin,
when the doors of vision are closed,
you always stepped in.

I did this which I shouldn’t,
I’ll repeat it which I wouldn’t.
She did that, he is doing it,
he hates me, she is loving it.
She kissed him, he shouted,
he slapped her, this is, she fought at.
Is all world’s blah blah, you keep on telling me,
When the doors of vision are closed,
you always stepped in.

At two in the night, u’ll call me and fight,
because I am out of sight and u are missing me tonight.
May world thinks it is wrong, but u’ll say its right.
what I want to say is that, keep on setting me right,
because it makes my living more happening and worthwhile.
I love the way you say, u are not missing me,
and you keep on reminding me hour after hour,
that u are really not missing me.
And each line shows I am really not missing.
It makes me to feel,
I have you in name of god and god in name of you,
because, its you....and only you....
When the doors of vision are closed,
who always stepped in.

when you were here.....

Yesterday,
With your presence around,
Life was alive,
Ways were feasts, written by fate,
On my palm, through the criss cross lines.
Handsome moon always blossomed, in wades of night,
Spreading around, the white, fragrance of moonlight,
along with its  amaze, enveloping  all around.
Every night, stars encircled and gathered around,
to claim for their bride, the handsome and happening moon,
to take home from sky’s arcade,
with the sun, the brightened  bridegroom.

Trumpets were blown from all around,
and were birds dancing around, their valentines,
in their nests.
Yawning leaves, tired of weaving love nest,
with  air around, with entangled temptations.
somewhere, at  the  dusk ,
tinkling  of  bells from sheep’s necks,
and sounds of bell, from the church around,
were heard, with your whisper,
and  there was a lightened lamp, of your love,
somewhere in the deepest layer of my heart.

Today,
when you left me, along with your,
unfulfilled dreams and desires,
and some memories and untouched endeavours,
now, the ways are forgotten,
which leads to life and were possible only  in your shadow.
Faded is the moon now and dies down,
before blossom, in wades of night,
yet the stars come and claim,
for their bride, with sun the bridegroom.
But now sky refuses to send his dearer moon, with sun.
Turned are the trumpets,
into melancholic tunes,
and has taken birth, a pain, in my heart.

Birds have forbidden to fly around,  
are worried and frightened to lose, the hopes and desires,
in this storm.
Dying out, are the leaves, in pangs of separation,
with the dew drops.
Rain drops are no longer, with cloud.

Somewhere, at the dusk, is ringing
the bell, in sheep’s neck and in church somewhere around,
flames are continuously  arising in my wounded heart,
along with the stove in the farmer’s kitchen.
Waves are wading in my heart,
but dried are the eyes,
like unfertile desert fields, in summers of june.

Now, sun leaves darkness of loneliness and nights seems unfathomable,
but in this darkness,
some where in the corner of my heart,
is still burning, the flame of our love,
which will keep on burning,
from ages to end, begin to doom,
unextinguished, unaffected, divinely …..